Yesterday I put my watch on. All day long I knew what time it was. I have a very nice watch: a Bulova from the early eighties with an oval dial and hands that rotate from one number to the next. If it runs down, I wind it.
Wearing a watch is not particularly noteworthy, though these days many people just use their cell phones. But I wear my watch every day, during the school year. When school was out in May, I took it off. Of course, we have at least one clock in every room of the house, the computer registers the hour, and I do have my own personal cell phone, so I realized that even without my watch, I would usually know what time it was.
I still enjoyed the few times when someone would say, “What time is it?” and I could say, “I don’t have my watch on.”
Yesterday I worked all day in the kitchen at our church’s young adults’ retreat, and reluctantly decided I might be glad to know easily what time it was. I wound the watch at 5 AM, and its gentle tick started right up as...
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In the dark of the morning after the historic December blizzard, 2009, I received a message from a young friend on a family trip to New York city. "Just had a snowball fight with hundreds of people in Times Square! It doesn't get any better than this!" I smiled at that, knowing that was a memory she would cherish forever: very cool, very unique.
I shut the computer, laced up my boots, pulled on my mittens, and called to Penny. "Let's take our walk, Penn." She leaped ahead of me into the still-sleepy duskiness of dawn. We tromped through fresh soft snow, breathing in the cold air, hearing around us the sounds of silence.
"I don't know," I said to Penny, who bounded toward me through the deep white stuff. "All in all, I think I'll choose a morning walk in Lucernemines over Times Square any day. It doesn't get any better than this."
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